Bands Before Friends || c.t.h.

Chap 21 - Problematic

            "Ouch dammit," I groaned while rubbing my head that I was praying wasn't bruised. Oh well, at least that knocked off my cloudy morning thoughts.
            I chose a cotton candy pink pastel flow-y crop top-ish tank top, denim jeggings and a denim button down to wear as a cardigan. I also got a pair of matching undergarments.
            I entered the bathroom that was connected to my room and took a little dip in warm water.
             I used my body wash that smelled like peaches and my shampoo that smells like mangoes. So I am definitely not a petite flowery girl. I'm more of a tropical fruity girl.
           After I climbed out of the bath, I decided to Tweet about the petite flowery girl thing and the tropical fruity girl and ask all my Identifiers (what I call my fans) to reply which one they are.
             I slipped into my jeggings and topped off my tank top and tied the sleeves of my button down around my waist loosely.
            I packed up my black Kate Spade bag with my basic daily needs which includes, my power bank, phone charger, earphones, breath mints and a good book.
            As for my makeup, I added concealer under my eyes to layer up any eye bags, wore a dark red matte lipstick and applied mascara and a tiny little wing at the outer corner of my eyes. I was too lazy to add foundation to my face and plus, I think concealer is quite enough for me (because Hailee Steinfeld is freaking flawlessss -Kya-) and I also don't fancy eyeshadows and blush very much.
           I skipped down the stairs (also not to mention I almost skipped myself off the stairs and land flat on my face). I entered the kitchen and saw my mom and dad already there having breakfast. They don't bother to wait for me and have breakfast as a family because I don't bother waking up early enough. So my mom was shocked to see me.
            "You're up early Hailey," mom said. "Oh yeah," my dad peered over his newspaper. "Yeah.. Mind giving me a ride to the hotel?" I asked. "Why? I thought you're off duty today." My dad replied, knowing me schedule as well as me. "I thought so too," I sighed, with a glimpse of my bed. "What do you mean?"
            I explained about how Calum wanted me, and only me to housekeep their room (and I also had to explain who tf was Calum, especially to my dad.).
            "Have you tried saying 'no'?" I didn't know what was my mom's point but I answered logically anyways. "Kinda?" I shrugged. Her burrowed eyebrows relaxed and she chuckled, "You must really like this guy."
            Sneaky mom. "Mom!"
            "Okay seriously, are you gonna give me a ride or not?" I began to cross my hands over my stomach and tap my feet impatiently.
            "Okay, okay, let's go." Mom gave in and volunteered, or maybe she doesn't even have a choice.
            "Wait, where are the car keys?" Oh right, it's with me. "Lemme go get it."
             Before I ran up the stairs, I waited for a bit. I stepped up on one stair and began stomping on it. I stomped softer and softer as I go as though it made it sound like I was going up the stairs, at least to people that couldn't see me.
               Then I went as close to the kitchen as I could but still stay out of sight. Once mom was convinced that I went upstairs, cue her talking to my dad.
               "She really likes that Calum doesn't she?" Mom spoke. "Doesn't she? Just take a look at her room. Full of Calum's band's posters and merchandises." True dad, true.
                "I know, but just remember before he and his band came. She always, and I mean always shrieks her lungs out at the sight of them on posters or billboards. Now, she's as if denying the visible fact that she likes him." Mom sighed ruefully. I sighed too, knowing whatever mom said is true.
            Why do I have to be so problematic?

Happy new year y'all! Have a gr8 2016 xx -Kya-